So I know I have mentioned more than once the ambivalence about getting married R Man and I have after we’ve been together almost 27 years. While I can’t speak for him, here’s one plenty good reason why I’m marrying him:
I have this picture as my screen saver at work and over the years as people drop by my desk for the first time, the conversation inevitably goes something like this:
“Who’s that? Is he a model?”
“He’s my boyfriend. He’s a lawyer.”
“That guy is your boyfriend?”
The conversation sputters to a halt as they try to think of a nice way to ask what someone who looks like that is doing with me. Their tone of astonished bafflement is my cue to change the subject and ask what they need with my own tone implying that hanging around my cubicle may not be such a hot idea. I’m sure there are plenty of my co-workers who are convinced I have cut out a photo from some fashion magazine and claimed it as my partner.
I have long since grown accustomed to the disparity in our looks, but I know in a gay world where lovers so very often look like clones of each other, it’s not something expected. I’m just glad for it.
Anyway, R Man, aside for being gorgeous, is also temporarily lamed. He has a disc problem in his back resulting in a compressed nerve which is generating a lot of pain for the poor thing. He has MRIs and doctor appointments scheduled next week, so we’ll see what’s up.